Choosing a Second Profession!
The next day, in the early morning, sunlight spilled into the room.
Bai Yuan woke up early, and without lingering in bed, he sat cross-legged on the open floor of his bedroom to begin his cultivation.
He first picked up the qinchen sword and practiced his swordsmanship move by move.
The blade shimmered with faint golden light patterns in the morning sun, each swing bringing a slight whistling sound of breaking air.
Although his stats were strong enough and the power granted by his Soul Rings was sufficient to crush his peers, Bai Yuan knew clearly in his heart.
If he did not strive for progress, he would never become a true powerhouse in his life.
After finishing a set of sword techniques, he sheathed the sword and let out a long breath of turbid air.
Then, he extended his left hand.
The World-Bearing Fireseed emerged in his palm.
It was burning.
But that burning was not the flickering and fierce heat of ordinary flames.
You couldn’t see an open flame, yet you could feel that invisible searing sensation, as if even the air was warping and submitting before it.
The fire seed floated quietly, its light restrained and profound, looking as if it were asleep, yet also as if it were brewing something.
Bai Yuan stared at it, and a thought suddenly popped into his head.
If he could inherit ‘Xiao Bai’s’ skills…
Did that mean that the Twelve Laws would also appear later?
Would those people…
also…
He shook his head, shaking off these messy thoughts.
Forget it, don’t think so much for now.
No matter what happens in the future, the most important thing right now is to cultivate well.
Only by building a solid foundation and increasing his strength could he truly master the things ‘Xiao Bai’ had left for him in the future.
Bai Yuan clenched the fire seed, his gaze becoming firm once more.
Cultivation, continue.
…
Phew~ “Time’s up.
Let’s go, I can’t keep Teacher waiting.” He stepped onto the elevator and headed toward the training grounds.
Inside the training grounds, a figure was already waiting there.
The sunlight shone from her side, illuminating her picturesque features and her exquisitely curved, graceful figure, making it hard to look away.
Her ruby-like phoenix eyes and curved willow-leaf eyebrows were truly endearing.
“Teacher.” “Mm.” Leng Yaozhu turned around.
“Did you rest well yesterday?
Are you getting used to things?” “Thank you, Teacher, everything is normal.” “Good.
Regarding the meditation cultivation I told you about yesterday, is your Soul Power circulating smoothly?
Any problems?” “There were no problems during cultivation yesterday, Teacher.” “Run it once for me to see.” “Okay.” Bai Yuan did as told, closing his eyes as Soul Power slowly circulated within his body.
Leng Yaozhu sensed his aura and nodded slightly.
“No other issues, it’s very smooth, just a bit slow.” “After all, I haven’t done it many times…” Bai Yuan opened his eyes.
“Understandable.” “Alright, let’s get to the main topic.” Leng Yaozhu looked at Bai Yuan, her tone becoming serious.
“I thought about your future training direction yesterday and have arranged corresponding teachers for you.
You just need to follow their training when the time comes.” “Okay, thank you, Teacher.” Bai Yuan nodded.
He knew clearly in his heart that although his relationship with Leng Yaozhu was more of a mutual investment.
She needed a genius disciple to gain a voice for the Leng family, and he needed a backer and resources.
But he also had to admit that this teacher was indeed quite attentive to him.
From choosing a Soul Spirit to arranging accommodation, from testing Martial Soul Abilities to planning his training direction, every step was considered very thoroughly.
Leng Yaozhu seemed to see the thoughts in his eyes and waved her hand.
“No need for thanks.
Since we have the title of teacher and student, I must do these things well.” Bai Yuan smiled and said nothing more.
Some things were better just kept in one’s heart.
“Alright, next I’ll tell you about the key to this era—Battle Armor.” Leng Yaozhu changed the subject.
Bai Yuan nodded and listened intently.
Leng Yaozhu sat down on a chair by the training field, her long legs casually crossed, and gestured for Bai Yuan to sit as well.
“Before talking about Battle Armor, tell me first, how do you feel about your current strength?” Bai Yuan thought for a moment and said honestly, “Strong among my peers, but when facing a truly powerful person…
not worth mentioning.” Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly; he at least had some self-awareness.
“Then let me tell you—if I give you a set of Battle Armor, with your current five-ring Soul Power, once you put it on, your strength can directly rival a seven-ring Soul Saint.” Bai Yuan knew this, of course.
This was the most insane part of this era; a set of Battle Armor could help many people’s combat power soar, achieving cross-rank combat!
This was also the reason why Titled Douluos were not the top combat power in this era.
Bai Yuan feigned surprise, his pupils dilating slightly.
“Directly crossing two major ranks??
Is it really that exaggerated, Teacher?” Leng Yaozhu saw his shocked expression, the corner of her mouth curling slightly as she continued, “A One-Word Battle Armor, with every component forged through Thousand-Forge, requires a cultivation of at least five rings to wear.” If a One-Word Battle Armor Master is a five-ring themselves, putting on the Battle Armor makes their strength equivalent to a seven-ring.
This is the value of Battle Armor.
It lets your strength directly leap two major levels.” What kind of concept was this?
A height that others took over a decade of cultivation to reach could be attained just by putting on a set of Battle Armor.
No wonder everyone in this era wanted to become a Battle Armor Master; this kind of boost was simply like a cheat code.
“When your Soul Power reaches six rings later and you switch to Two-Word Battle Armor, your strength will directly rival an eight-ring Soul Douluo.
Seven rings with Three-Word Battle Armor rivals a nine-ring Titled Douluo.” Leng Yaozhu paused, her gaze narrowing slightly: “A Four-Word Battle Armor Master is equivalent to a Limit Douluo.” Limit Douluo.
That was the peak combat power of this World.
A height that so many people took so many years to reach.
And as long as you had a set of Four-Word Battle Armor, you could stand at that level.
Leng Yaozhu looked at his reaction and said calmly, “However, Battle Armor isn’t that easy to make.
A complete set of Battle Armor requires eleven components, not a single one can be missing.
Every component requires you to personally participate in the forging, design, and debugging, using your Soul Power and mental force to nourish it.
Battle Armor isn’t something someone else can just make for you to wear; it must perfectly harmonize with your Martial Soul, acting as an extension of your strength.” Bai Yuan nodded thoughtfully.
In other words, Battle Armor wasn’t ready-made equipment, but something that needed to be crafted piece by piece.
“In terms of forging levels, One-Word Battle Armor requires ‘Thousand-Forge’, Two-Word requires ‘Spirit-Forge’, Three-Word requires ‘Soul-Forge’, and Four-Word requires ‘Heavenly Refinement’.
Every level of improvement is a qualitative leap.” Leng Yaozhu looked at him, her tone becoming a bit more serious.
“However, this isn’t what you need to consider most right now.
With your current cultivation, even if I gave you a set of Battle Armor, you couldn’t wear it.
Wearing Battle Armor itself requires a sufficient threshold of mental force and Soul Power; if you’re not qualified, it can cost you your life.” “So.” Leng Yaozhu stood up and walked over to him.
“My plan for you is this.
First, cultivate honestly and solidify your Soul Power and mental force foundation.
Once your cultivation reaches five rings and your mental force reaches the corresponding standard, you can start crafting your own first set of Battle Armor.
Then, step by step, from Thousand-Forge to Spirit-Forge, Spirit-Forge to Soul-Forge, and Soul-Forge to Heavenly Refinement.
Four-Word Battle Armor isn’t the end, but it requires you to walk there step by step yourself.” She paused, her gaze falling on Bai Yuan, carrying a bit of scrutiny and a bit of certainty: “With your talent and Martial Soul quality, I have confidence that you can reach the level of a Four-Word Battle Armor Master in the future.” Bai Yuan nodded vigorously, his eyes serious.
“Okay, Teacher.
I will work hard to achieve it!” Leng Yaozhu looked at the determination in his eyes, gave a satisfied ‘mm’, and turned to arrange the subsequent training matters.
Bai Yuan stood in place, watching her back as she walked away, but his heart was already in turmoil.
Teacher, everything you said is right.
Battle Armor is indeed powerful; this boost is absolutely a bug-level existence on the Douluo Continent.
But…
You don’t know, I have an even bigger bug hidden on me.
Bai Yuan looked down at his left hand; that World-Bearing Fireseed was sleeping quietly deep in his palm.
If, he meant if.
If he really could enter ‘Divine Calamity Form’ in the future.
Then who would even need Battle Armor?
That scene…
just thinking about it was exciting.
However…
Bai Yuan suddenly calmed down and frowned.
To put it another way.
Can the materials of this World really withstand the power of the Divine Calamity Form?
No matter how powerful Battle Armor is, it’s still forged from metal.
Ultimately, it’s still materials from this World.
And the power of the Divine Calamity Form—that’s the power of the Path of Destruction, a power capable of incinerating the stars.
An image flashed through Bai Yuan’s mind.
He finally manages to craft a set of Four-Word Battle Armor, puts it on majestically, and then activates his ultimate.
The Battle Armor melts instantly.
That scene…
just thinking about it made his heart ache.
“Forget it, forget it, why think so much.” He didn’t even know when the Divine Calamity Form would awaken.
“Bai Yuan, what are you dazing off for?
Come over here!” Leng Yaozhu’s voice came from afar.
“Coming!” Bai Yuan answered and followed after her.